Storytellers know what scholars learn
That we in time, because of time, must burn
And to the womb of Death we must return.

Fairytales tell us what we can't forget;
That we are always children, to expect
The witches' woods of trauma and neglect.

In almost every fairytale we've ever heard
We children can't be seen, can't say a word,
And know our Fate must always be absurd.

For instance, when the father suffers grief,
He sends us children to our stepmom's double
Who puts us on a cross or bas relief.

Our task, then, is to be resurrected
By challenging the unexpected,
To re-appear the fractally perfected.

Hansel and Gretel, Snow White are the best
To learn from, learn never to trust or rest
— The poorest of us and the wealthiest.
When we toast Life, remember we're Death's guest.